Broken, Fixed

Arriving home from work, I checked the mail box, a note was left saying "We have Express package for you! Second Attempt! You must go to post office before 5:30 for package!"
AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
I shoved the squeeling dog back in the house, careened around town trying to find the post office, when it was my turn in line I figured out I left my ID at home. No package for me.
Back home I took the dog on an "I'm sorry" walk.
The washing machine made a horrible KERLUNK noise and walked across the floor. Fixed washing machine.
Nomad (ipod) broke, then a little poking fixed it.
THEN! My door bell rang.
The hottest man ever was standing on my doorstep.
"Hello?"
"I've brought your package."
"You brought my package all the way from the post office?"
"That's my job. I thought you'd be home after 5:30. I stopped by on my way home."
"oh..wow... Thanks!"

..no... I did not invite the mail man in....